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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 16, 2005 1:19:05 GMT -5
I smiled a little and then a chill passed through me. "Something happening, or happened," I murmured. "Something bad."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 16, 2005 1:20:51 GMT -5
"Doc, we have a problem," Mal reported the plane accident to me.
"Oh God," i stood up and hammered on Jessy's door. "Jessy. Trouble."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 16, 2005 1:24:54 GMT -5
"I know," I mutered, opening the door. "Where did it go down?"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 16, 2005 3:02:53 GMT -5
"23km Northeast of Boulder City," Mal informed us. "Ashley's taking it rather hard."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 16, 2005 7:17:09 GMT -5
"Anything left?" I asked, clenching my fists. My nails changed to claws as I scratched myself. I should have seen it.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 16, 2005 19:32:33 GMT -5
"They're still looking for the black box recorders," Mal said. "As for the plane...there were no survivors."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 17, 2005 0:59:43 GMT -5
I closed my eyes, trying to focus. I couldn't let this get to me, it wasn't fair.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 17, 2005 4:43:13 GMT -5
"Meet her down in the garage," Mal said. "she's ordered tickets home. Ricki's going with her."
"Right," I said. It never ends around here.
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